30 days after parents pay the taxes for the household the kids go out for prom nights, blissfully unaware of the taxing task that preceded their special weekend by exactly 30 days. I saw the most ridiculous, heavyweight silly prom ride of all my years this weekend…
I was walking home from work Saturday evening, when I heard the thump thump thump of high voltage subwoofers… At the intersection of Stewart and Dartmouth I saw the the point of origination. A party trolley… red blue and yellow flashing fiesta lights, strobes, and long-limbed teenagers as dancing silhouettes inside the prom-mobile. A literal trolley. I almost busted my gut, laughing at the silliness… Only in America.
The maker of this website used to be on a bowling team with me.